The college had become quiet. You could always tell when spring break had arrived by the surrounding silence. Marnie stood at her desk, looking out the window at the budding trees, lost in thought. The spring break was normally a fun time for her. Away from the college, with a lovely little co-ed. But this time she found herself alone and really no where to go. Her innuendos and miniscule passes at the pretty lttle co-eds had produced nothing. No returning passes, no silly giggles. Even showing more leg than necessary during class produced little or no response. Taking stock, Marnie wondered if age was catching up to her. She was now in her late thirties. She exercised and did most of the things women do to try to stay young looking. Moving to the side she could see her reflection in the window. Not bad, not bad at all, she thought.
A knock at the door forced her mind back to the present. 'Enter'. One of the prettier of the co-eds entered. Marnie greeted her by saying 'I thought everyone had left'. The co-ed, name of Sandra, replied she was waiting for her Mom to pick her up and had come to say goodbye. Sandra was in Marnie's acting class and had done really well. She was definitly one of Marnie's favorites. Marnie had tried, without success, to entice her but Sandra had seemed oblivious to Marnie's attempts at seduction. She came and joined Marnie at the window. Saying 'her Mom should be here anytime', they both stared out the window. Standing side by side, small school chatter ensued. Marnie, taking a seat to better be able to see that fine, pert little ass in front of her, kept up her side of the small talk till Sandra exclaimed 'there she is'. Almost running from the office, Sandra was gone. Marnie once again stood and looked out the window. A car had pulled up and a pretty, well dressed woman stepped from the car to be smothered by an excitable Sandra. Sitting at her desk once again a loneliness began once again creeping into her. Looking at the papers on her desk with an unseeing eye, Marnie once again became lost in thought. She could hear voices in the hall, and then Sandra and her mother burst through the door. Sandra, almost breathless, was dragging her mother by her hand into the room. 'Ms. Remeck, I'd like you to meet my Mom. Mom, I'd like you to meet my acting teacher'. Marnie saw a pretty woman, all the curves in the proper places, someone that had taken quite good care of herself. Taking the proffered hand Marnie introduced herself and asked her to 'please call me Marnie'. Sandra's Mom's reply was 'Patty'. Telling Marnie how she had heard all about her and was thoroughly impressed with all that Sandra had told her. Compliments ensued from between the two, with Marnie saying how well her daughter had progressed. Sandra was telling her mother how she loved being in Marnie's class and couldn't get enough of acting. Marnie's thoughts upon that statement was she would definitly like to give her more, but it wouldn't be acting. Finding out Marnie had no plans for spring break Sandra's eyes lit up and both her and her Mom insisted she come stay with them. They were headed to thier summer beach house. It would be just the girls as the husband had to stay at home for his business. Marnie began salivating at the thought and after the appropriate 'I couldn't really' agreed. Sandra and her Mom quickly gave her the directions and after some small chitchat, headed out the door and for the beach house. Marnie could only think, 'what a wonderful gift had just been handed her'. Little did Sandra and her mother know the thoughts churning in Marnie's mind.
The beach house was perfect. Two floors with a glass front looking out across the ocean. Both Sandra and her mother, Patty, greeted her enthusiastically. Both in robes, Marnie hoped there was nothing underneath but, to her dissapointment, she saw both had on bathing suits. 'Oh well' thought Marnie, looking out over the water, 'this was better than staying alone at the college'. The beach house had three bedrooms, one for each of the women. During the next few days Marnie made small, futile attempts at seduction. Both Sandra and her mother seemed oblivious to them all. Marnie did get a nice view of Sandra's Mom one evening by 'accidently' walking in on her while she was showering. 'What a honey' went through Marnie's mind. Each night Marnie would rack her brain, trying to think of a way to get some sex. By now, staying with two honeys, her craving had become unbearable. She had seen how Sandra and her mother were very close. Try as she might she couldn't seem to wedge them apart. Then a glimmer of an idea. 'Just what would Patty do for her daughter and what might Sandra do for her mother?'. The idea became brighter. A plan began to form. She would begin testing her plan as soon as possible.
The next day, sitting on a blanket on the beach with Sandra, Patty being in the water, Marnie initiated her plan. Bringing up Sandra's acting, Marnie began to tell her of a play that she had been working on but needed help. Sandra, enthralled, listened with rapt attention. Marnie began by telling her it was sexual play, bisexual, etc. Telling Sandra it was a way of shining some light on the lives of bisexuals. Sandra was thrilled. 'If there was anything she could do to help, just ask'. 'Well, Sandra I'm having a problem with the two lesbians in the play. I just can't seem to get thier part right. Especially the kiss. For instance, should I have one of them with her arm around the other, like this?'. With that Marnie moved close to Sandra and put her arm around Sandra's shoulder's. Taking her other hand she lifted Sandra's chin. Sandra, becoming very aware of Marnie's closeness, forced herself to think as an actress, to not be intimidated at Marnie's closeness. 'Should I have her lift her chin like this before the kiss?'. Marnie almost brushed her lips against Sandra's before releasing her. Sandra, acting a little confused, sat there, more than a little flustered, face flushed. 'Well, what do you think?' asked Marnie. 'I I I'm not sure' was Sandra's stuttered reply. 'I know it needs work. Will you help me?'. Sandra didn't know what to say. She found herself very confused. But Marnie was her teacher and if she was ever to become a real actress she must learn to portray all human traits. At least that's what her instructor had taught her. Setting her shoulders, as if against a storm, 'I'll be more than happy to help' was her reply. 'Let's not tell your mother about this. I don't think your Mom really approves of actors and actresses'. Sandra quickley agreed.
From the ocean Patty looked ashore and to her surprise saw Marnie and her daughter locked in an embrace. The first thought was anger. Kicking Marnie the hell out was uppermost in her mind. Then she realized her daughter was offering no resistance whatsoever. Patty had heard of these teacher/student affairs. Her daughter being in one had never entered her head. Upset and angry, she stayed in the water until the anger had subsided. Once her mind had become clear she realized now wasn't the time to say anything. She had no desire to alienate her daughter whom she loved very much. Then coming ashore, she listened to the two talking as if they were schoolgirls. Afraid of what she might say she quickly picked up her towel and with a brief pause announced she was going in to shower. Both girls smiled, nodded and continued thier conversation. Leaving the two on the beach Patty had a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. Unsure of what to do she did nothing.
That evening both Sandra and Marnie told Patty they were going for a walk along the beach. Patty watched as they headed out the door. As they walked Marnie once again brought the play to Sandra's attention. 'What if this' and 'what if that', Marnie kept the conversation centered on the two lesbiens in her play. Sandra had at first been very uncomfortable but as the day had progressed and Marnie's constant chatter she found herself becoming more and more the girl in the play. The actress in her started to bring itself to the forefront. When Marnie had first put her arms around her she had felt uncomfortable but with the constant on/off again of playing the part, the constant caresses Marnie was pretending as her lover, Sandra was becoming less and less inhibited. When Marnie first kissed her Sandra drew back, but with an admonition from Marnie, stating a true actress would do no such thing, Sandra threw herself into the part. Things were going perfectly and Marnie was thrilled.
Patty, after sneaking out the back door, saw the two kiss on the beach. Furious, Patty decided the time to confront Marnie was after Sandra went to her room. Returning to the beach house, Patty was consumed with anger.
Later that evening Patty made sure she stayed up after Sandra retired, asking Marnie to stay and talk with her. Bringing up what she had seen, Patty was similar to a mother bear protecting her cub. The only reason she wasn't shouting was Sandra might overhear. Marnie had expected this and sat quietly until the tirade had subsided. Looking Patty in the eye, Marnie agreed she was having sex with her daughter. Saying she was sorry Patty had found out(which was a lie) she continued. 'Sandra is a beautiful young woman. I don't know how it happened but it did. I really can't help myself and neither can Sandra'. Marnie continued 'Sandra has has created a craving in me I can't control. The pure sex between two women is like a drug. I cannot and will not ever be without it again'. Patty, with a stern look, replied 'I think you should leave'. 'I won't' was Marnie's reply. They both stared at eachother, akin to two boxers in a ring. After a few seconds that seemed like minutes Marnie broke the silence. 'I'll make a deal with you'. Patty, unsure of what to say, said nothing. Marnie, staring Patty in the eye, willing her to get her meaning, continued. 'Since my arrival, my feelings for Sandra have become more matronly. I have found I wish to be with someone older, more mature, more my age'. Patty looked on in silence. 'Someone like you'. Patty sat, stunned. 'I'll agree to break up with Sandra, let her down gently, but only if you will take her place'. There, Marnie had said it. Scared to death she awaited Patty's reply. The length of silence that was met by this declaration seemed like hours to Marnie. Patty, thinking of her daughter, trying to assimulate what had just been said, trying to do what was best for her little girl, said nothing. Patty, face blank, arose. 'I'm going to bed' was her only reply. Marnie, watched her leave. Without a backward glance, ascended the stairs.
Marnie, thinking furiously, counted the minutes. After a very short time that seemed like hours, Marnie arose and ascended also. Stopping at Patty's bedroom Marnie put her ear to the door. Hearing nothing Marnie entered. The room was dark. Marnie could just make out the bed. Moving closer Marnie could see a shape beneath the sheets. Standing by the side of the bed Marnie began disrobing. Totally naked, Marnie slipped beneath the sheets.
When Marnie awoke the next morning she found herself alone. She couldn't believe how well her plan had worked. Patty had been delicious. At first she had been like a statue, unmoving, as Marnie had lovingly inspected her trophy. Then as Marnie had become more intimate the loving wife and mother had become more alive. Marnie had to cover Patty's mouth to be sure Sandra wouldn't hear the moans coming from Patty's mouth. When Marnie had felt Patty's first climax Marnie knew she had won. Evidently, Sandra's mother shouldn't be away from hubby too long. Patty was one hot lady.
Sneaking to her own room Marnie showered, dressed and descended the stairs. A pot of coffee and a note on the kitchen table told Marnie Patty and Sandra were already down at the beach. Sipping her coffee Marnie watched as mother and daughter played in the surf. Marnie stayed indoors that morning. Her body felt a little sore from the lovemaking the previous night and morning. It had been fantastic.
When the two arrived from the beach, Marnie who had been watching them intently, was found sitting reading. As she glanced up at the two she noticed Patty looking away. Sandra, as usual, was a bundle of talk and energy. Bustling upstairs, Sandra announced she was taking a shower. Leaving the two downstairs a silence ensued. Patty, not looking at Marnie, went to the sink, intent on finishing the mornings dishes. Marnie arose and walked slowly up to Patty's back. Pressing her body against Patty Marnie began a slow gyration, rubbing her mound against Patty's fine ass. Reaching around she began feeling Patty's breast with one hand and sliding the other between Patty's thighs. A sigh escaped Patty's lips. As Marnie continued her ministrations Patty began a slow movement with her hips and ass. Marnie had to be careful, to be discovered by Sandra at this point would destroy all her plans. 'Don't you need a shower too' Marnie purred in Patty's ear. Almost zombie like Patty laid the dish towel down. Marnie released her and stepped back. Patty turned and headed to the stairs. With a 'I'll join you', Marnie was right behind her.
The shower together was, if anything, even better than the previous night. Arriving at Patty's room Marnie disrobed Patty with tembling fingers. At first Patty had hesiatated, and Marnie had to almost manhandle her. Whispering 'would you rather I go nextdoor for a shower with your Sandra?' in Patty's ear, Marnie found all resistance disappear. Disrobing quickly she took Patty by the hand. Fondling and caressing Patty she led her to the shower. Seeing Patty nude in the daylight Marnie couldn't believe her good futune. Marnie was finding out the more carresses, the more pliable Patty became. Patty stood beneath the spray, eyes closed. Marnie lowered herself to her knees. Nibbling on Patty's beautiful bush she heard a sigh escape Patty's lips. Forcing Patty to spread her knees Marnie pressed against the bare bush. Her tongue began a snakelike darting. Hearing Patty's sighs Marnie looked up. Patty was leaning against the shower wall, her eye's closed, her face raised to the ceiling. To say she was enjoying this would be an understatment. As Marnie's tongue became more active Patty slowly slid down the wall until she was sitting on the shower floor. Marnie, never releasing her face from Patty's lovely bush, was now between Patty's thighs pressing downwards. Patty, her back against the wall, sat on the shower floor, her knees spread, with both hands flat on the floor, couldn't help herself as she began moving her hips to the rythem of Marnie's tongue. Patty was now moaning louder than ever. Marnie had to place one hand over Patty's mouth to keep Sandra from hearing. Marnie felt the contraction of patty's climax. As Patty jerked again and again Marnie's mouth filled with the wonderful taste of Patty's cum.
Leaving the almost comatose Patty on the shower floor Marnie left the shower. Drying and getting dressed Marnie took one last look. Patty, sitting naked on the shower floor, spay covering her body. Her knees spread wide, head to the side and eyes closed, those beautiful breasts and nipples. Her bush soaked with just a glimmer of cum droplets still showing there.